Chapter 39

The time went quickly for all parties involved. Too quickly. Cindy and Theresa got a little moody. It wasn’t from their periods, which came and went in the interim. It was that they didn’t want John to go away so soon. Especially while leaving them with meeting and dealing with an unknown person. John didn’t want to be away from any of them, but couldn’t think of any way to pull it off otherwise. One look at Sheila while John was around, and he was convinced they would sour on her.

Sheila ran around like a mad woman, fitting needed consultations in where there was no room. Trying to basically wrap up her business with the firm she was with. The closer the time got, the more scared she got. She was a bundle of nerves by the time for her flight came around.

John had all his bags packed. What he needed anyway. He loaded his laptop up with all sorts of files to amuse him on what would essentially be a vacation. He would be meeting with some fashion houses, but mainly just to get a feel for things. Ostensibly the meetings were for an article about the fashion industry. John was presented as a free lance writer. He could pull that off.

When the morning rolled around for John to leave, the girls tearfully kissed him good-by. The previous evening they had first almost raped him, then snuggled like kittens. Each almost fighting for another inch of skin in their snuggles. Hugging hard and kissing hard. Then soft and quivery.

He left them in the entryway. Kissing and hugging each and reassuring them that things would be fine. Wishing he could be certain that they would.

Sheila packed up what she thought she would need. She added a string bikini —even though it was winter— as John had told her he had an indoor pool and hot tub. She took her laptop and the notes the lawyers had forwarded to her. She would be traveling in a business suit, and had a second in a wardrobe. Add her makeup case and toiletries and she was still traveling light. A helicopter was waiting for her as her flight landed. She was given the VIP treatment, which she thought was a nice touch.

She would almost pass John on her way to the silo. She was booked on a different helicopter service than John used. In the air the pilot inquired as to hints to get to their destination.

“I hope you know, I don’t have a clue.” Sheila said.

“We’ll get there just fine. I’ve got a GPS receiver on board. I just wondered if you knew of any visual clues to help.”

“You might watch for thirty miles of dirt road dead ending in a fenced compound.” Sheila told him.

“Thanks, that will help.” said the pilot.

John’s helicopter lifted off and the girls watched it recede. Then headed down to get properly dressed to greet Sheila. Cindy doing a last minute walk through of the silo to be certain that the place looked perfect ... It did. A palatial mansion ... underground.

The thump thump sound alerted the girls to suit up. They kissed each other briefly and held hands for a moment, then headed out to greet their guest.

The girls waited off to the side of the roof as the helicopter set down. The pilot circling once to check out the pad. It was clean, and definitely sturdy. An old silo roof, he thought. Two girls waiting safely off to one side, dressed in snowmobile suits and stocking caps. They looked young ... but not all that young. The pilot wondered what it was all about, but didn’t ask. The woman in the back was strictly business ... she fairly oozed with a style and class that said: MONEY! He set down softly, keeping his eye on a windsock someone had generously provided just far enough off the pad to avoid the immediate prop wash. Mainly it had just provided wind direction for a smooth approach.

He shut down to help with the baggage, but Sheila thanked him and climbed out. She pulled her bags out of the baggage compartment and carted them to the edge of the pad. One of the girls sprang up onto the pad and ran in for a last bag. The pilot keeping a wary eye on her to see she didn’t get by the tail rotor.

The three of them moved off the pad and the business lady waved him off. He brought the still turning rotors back up to speed, checked with air traffic and lifted off. Tilting the copter he quickly headed off.

“You must be Sheila ... Hi, I’m Cindy and this is Theresa.”

Sheila shivered visibly. She had on a light parka, but with the chilling wind from the helicopter she was inadequately dressed. Only a light scarf over her hair. She shook the girls gloved hands and looked around a bit worried. The compound looked bleak in its covering of winter snow. A few small outbuildings and a shoveled path to a concrete covered stairway.

“You must be freezing.” Theresa said, “Come on. It gets much nicer and warmer inside.”

The girls each grabbed a bag and led Sheila down a few steps, through a large metal doorway kind of like seen on a ship in a war movie. Then it was much warmer as they descended a few additional steps.

There, she encountered a sort of mud room. Rows of hooks for clothing, some filled with heavy coats. Oddly, two pairs of shorts and two halter tops hung from two of them. The girls pulled off their hats and unzipped their suits and shrugged out of them. Sheila almost gasping at how pretty and well built the two of them were. She pulled off her parka and Cindy hung it on a hook. Taking off her scarf she retained it.

“That’s better. We can hear each other now.” Cindy said, “Welcome to our home. Let’s get you something warm to drink ... or something strong, or both. Then we’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That would be great.” Sheila said, admiring Cindy’s take charge attitude.

Theresa considered her more thoughtfully. John had said she was more instinctive and emotional. Sheila tried to keep a happy, reassuring presence about her.

Both girls wore matching body suits and short skirts. The body suits were spectacular. A gradual changing hue like a sunset. From dark indigo through crimson red to a pleasing warm gold. The skirts blending perfectly at the waist band continued the transition from gold to silver white on the hem. This was continued down their smooth muscular legs with silver threaded stockings. But not like anything she had seen before. The upper body suits hugged their every shapely curve. Their nipples clearly discernible and erect atop high firm breasts.

They were gorgeous. Sheila felt a flush of desire and a large amount of doubt. She trembled a bit, grateful for the chill to cover her fragile state.

Cindy led her down the concrete corridor that wrapped around itself back towards the entrance to an elevator. In the elevator she pressed a button. A long row of them belying the sparse nature of the entryway. The door opened to a small room, with hatches on either side and around the corner past a stairwell to a rather smallish archway opening into a larger area.

Sheila was dumb struck when she entered the kitchen - dinning room. Never had she seen such a functional, lovely kitchen. Everything was laid out perfectly. Few steps between the sink, stove and counters. A large pedestal counter in the middle contained an additional sink, range top, smokeless grill and a smaller refrigerator. Butcher block chopping boards were inset into counters at several locations. You could prepare a snack for two or a feast for fifty easily in that kitchen. A row of appliances lined a long deep counter. Pull out pantry shelves held canned goods and binned basics.

A wonderful aroma filled the kitchen. A large pot on the stove bubbled quietly. Sheila lifted the lid and looked in, the aroma making her mouth water.

“Creme of Artichoke ... Needs to simmer another hour or so. Are you hungry?” Cindy said.

“No ... I ate on the plane, but it smells wonderful.” Sheila said.

Cindy motioned her to a chair. Set around a large trestle table with longer overhangs than usual. You could hold a dinner party for twenty, or an intimate dinner for two. The chairs were large, padded and comfortable. With swivel bases and wheels. A beautiful rainbow effect lit one wall.

Cindy moved to a large, well stocked wet bar on the other side as she sat. She poured some brandy in a small snifter and then nuked it in a microwave for a few seconds, warming it.

“John said to give you this, even if you didn’t drink it.” Cindy said, setting it before her, “Now what would you really like? Coffee? Hot Chocolate? A beer?” She asked.

“Coffee, please ... black.” Sheila said.

“You and John should get along well.” Cindy mused.

“This John of yours sounds intriguing.” Sheila said, not dishonestly.

“He has his moments. Really, he’s a dear.” Theresa said.

“I love those outfits? They’re incredible! Where did you get them?” Sheila said, picking up the snifter. She sniffed a bit and then took a tentative swallow. The warm liquid at first burning ... but then warming her whole insides. Her body involuntarily relaxed. She silently thanked John.

“Oh ... Cindy and I were fooling around a bit last night. We thought they might be fun so we whipped them out.” Theresa said.

“You made those? Last night!?” Sheila asked, incredulously.

“Sure, nothing to it.” Cindy said, setting a large mug of French roast before her and a doctored one in front of Theresa.

“But that’s incredible. It would take the best fashion house a month to duplicate them. If they could.” Sheila said.

Theresa stood to model her outfit. Turning slowly. Then she lifted the hem to show Sheila that the coloration of the body suit extended beneath the skirt. Following her sensual curves. The stockings seemed to merge with the body suit in an almost invisible seam. The colors were consistently smooth between the body suit, the stockings and the skirt. Sheila felt herself flush a bit at the sight of the clearly defined W of Theresa’s labia. Yet the suit didn’t seem tight. It just fit!

“Outstanding. How is it done?” Sheila asked.

Cindy returned to the table with her own coffee cup and a small sheaf of papers.

“If you’ll just sign this, we’ll show you.” she said, handing the papers over.

Sheila quickly scanned the pages. Not missing a single word, nor implication. It was a non-disclosure agreement. Not obligating Sheila to anything but her silence ... about everything. She signed happily and Cindy and Theresa witnessed it and noted the time. Sheila was aware that her signing would also be recorded on video. That didn’t bother her in the least. Nor would she give the girls any hint that she knew. They didn’t seem to be uncomfortable, and Sheila knew they knew. She dismissed the thought.

“Great, that gets the mumbo jumbo out of the way. John said not to talk business till you’d seen the silo and settled in. Then he gives me that and says hit you with it first thing.” Cindy said, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t mind. It just says that I can’t tell anybody what I see. I wouldn’t anyway, but I don’t mind making it legally binding.” Sheila said.

“You understand that mumbo jumbo?” Theresa asked.

“Oh ... not as good as the guys who wrote that.” Sheila replied, honestly.

“How do you know it was a guy who wrote it?” Cindy asked.

“That was prepared by at least a senior partner. I know the law firm John deals with. That’s how I got recommended for this. I also know they don’t have any female senior partners.” Sheila explained, easily.

“Oh ... makes sense.” Cindy mused.

“I just love your kitchen. It’s so cozy, yet functional.” Sheila said, looking around.

“Yeah, I put in a few ideas. Helped with the woodworking too.” Theresa bragged.

“You built this?” Sheila asked.

“Mostly John, but I helped him.” Theresa beamed.

“This John seems like a very talented fellow.” Sheila mused.

“That he is... “ Cindy said, smiling to herself.

“I’ll bet!” Sheila thought to herself, “Keeping you two gorgeous critters happy... Very talented.” She looked forward to finding out for herself.

“So how long have you two been here?” Sheila asked, aloud.

“Theresa just a year, myself a few months after that.” Cindy replied.

Sheila downed the last of the snifter. A warm glow easing her tension. She was genuinely thankful to John for the thought. But she declined a second one when Cindy offered. The girls asked her about her work and she fell into auto-mode as she explained what she did and her history. The girls gaining respect for her accomplishments and feeling camaraderie with her uphill battle in a male dominated world. They chatted freely over the coffee and even a second cup. Getting to know one another. The girls fell just short of trusting Sheila with details of their previous home lives. But they were fast becoming friends.

“She’s lovely ... and adorable.” Thought Theresa, observing how the lines of her clothing defined her form. “and very sexy...” she thought, flushing a bit.

Cindy said: “Well, let’s get you settled in and give you the tour afterwards.”

Sheila followed her, each girl taking a bag, Sheila her small briefcase. They first stopped at the guest room to drop off the bags. Each girl excused herself, Theresa to finish preparing lunch and Cindy, ostensibly to check the Com room for word of John’s safe arrival in New York. Saying she would be back in a half hour. Sheila realized that they were graciously providing her with privacy to deal with several mugs of coffee or anything else. She was grateful and impressed with their grace. The guest room was incredible. A large comfortable bed. Ample storage. Cindy even showed her a phone jack for her laptop that John had run in for her.

There was a private bath with spacious shower and tub. Elegantly furnished throughout. While practical in design. She poked her head around the corner into a large, functional laundry room off to the side with a separate entrance off the end.

A thought crossed Sheila’s mind as she used the toilet. Knowing she was being recorded. She smiled to herself. She didn’t mind. She found the idea somehow ... sexy. The girls had helped foster that mood. They were incredible. Her mouth watered considering either one of them.

She freshened up and checked her hair and what little makeup she wore. She changed her travel shoes for more comfortable ones. Still coordinated with her suit.

Shoes? That was it. The only item of the girls wardrobe that appeared store bought, and uncomfortable. Sheila made a note on her laptop to obtain the girls sizes and send them some comfortable, fashionable shoes. Any little gesture to win their approval might help.

Cindy tapped lightly on the door. Sheila closed the laptop and joined her for the tour.

She spent much of her time with her mouth open. From the solarium on down. Cindy rolled back the roof and let the sun in to show her. Pointing out the red night lights that facilitated night viewing. The wind blew a cloud of crystals over the clear ceiling and Sheila shivered a bit, realizing the temperature just the other side of the optically clear Lexan.

The workshop was obviously a guy thing. But Cindy pointed out the winch and explained the trap door system on each floor. Sheila nodded.

The Com room was wonderful. Spacious, functional and comfortable. Computers lined one wall along with printers and three separate work areas. Well lit. A large screen television on another surrounded by electronics; Recorders, stereo equipment, surround sound and satellite controls. Sofa’s, chairs and tables filled out the rest of the room without seeming crowded.

The gym and hot tub were nice. Latest exercise equipment. Separate bath and kitchen. A well stocked unheated wine cellar, a cool constant 56 degrees year round. Cindy explained how it had been used as an apartment while John worked on the rest of the silo. The apartment was much larger than Sheila’s back in San Francisco.

The pool was incredible. Extending under a deck which surrounded three sides in a horseshoe shape. Tethered floating chairs stationed around the pool. Ten feet deep throughout, but underwater platforms by one edge of the deck stepped up to just wading depth. Clearly visible underneath the water so that no-one would be tempted to dive into them. Along the slatted redwood deck, were comfortable chaise lounges. A patio table and resin chairs and a variety of heat and sun lamps over the chaises. A stereo system would pipe a variety of listenable music over a high quality, waterproof system. A rainbow splayed over one wall in vivid colors. Cindy explained the tracking mirror system.

The master bedroom floored Sheila. The bed was huge. But practical. Sturdy folding trays would swing in from either side. A large padded inclined headboard with shelves behind it. A sofa on one wall and a few easy chairs. Over the bed a large television monitor built into a hardwood valence also enclosing mirror tiles over the bed. Sheila flushed a bit at the thought of what they had reflected.

A giant wardrobe divided in three and a lavish bath with a giant shower finished off the floor. There was a double sink on the wide vanity which was well lit. Partially private toilet and even a bidet. On the way out Cindy showed her the trap door to the pool. Sheila flipped over the idea.

A quick stop on an unfinished floor to give Sheila the idea of what they had started with. They had several available. Just sitting open and unused. Sheila found the vast spaciousness of the silo staggering. She suggested turning one floor into a green house. Using grow lights and hydroponics to grow vegetables all year and breed indoor plants for the rest of the silo.

“What a great Idea!” Cindy enthused, “Yeah, a bit of greenery would help the place allot.”

The library was well stocked and a comfortable place to work. Three desks with ergonomic chairs like the ones in the Com room. Another rainbow arched over a mural of a mountain meadow on one wall. A very pleasant place to work. Sheila thought. They descended the stairs down to the new unfinished Com room. They headed for the kitchen where Theresa had lunch ready.

A fabulous salad, complete with fresh ground pepper. A modest non-invasive wine. Incredible cream of Artichoke soup accompanied by an assortment of small sandwiches and fresh baked breadsticks. Followed by fresh coffee. Theresa was an excellent cook. Sheila wondered longingly about her other talents.

Over lunch Sheila raved about the silo. The girls each told her about which portions they had worked on. Cindy relayed Sheila’s idea for an indoor greenhouse and Theresa went wild over it.

“And now ... What you came for.” Cindy said, standing.

“As rooms go, it’s not so spectacular.” Theresa said.

“It’s what’s in it that counts.” Cindy said, leading them to the Laboratory.

As furnishings went, no, the room was fairly barren, but large. Several work tables lined one curved wall. A sofa on the other side. Along the curve hung ... Sheila almost gasped. Her mind had told her “People!, bodies!” There were five of the realest looking mannequins Sheila had ever seen. They were facing the wall. One, the male had on a pair of shorts. The others, Sheila realized were slightly different versions of the two girls with her. She fought not to look too closely at the extremely shapely and real looking posteriors.

The girls caught her gaze and blushed a bit. Their shapely asses hanging clearly defined down to the freckle before this new person, who was obviously affected by them and herself becoming more desirable by the minute. Thankfully Sheila turned her gaze to the scanner table and casting tank.

“This is where it happens.” Cindy said, a bit hoarsely. She had been unprepared for Sheila’s obvious reaction to their images. She felt flush and a bit quivery inside. She felt a slight dampness begin between her thighs.

She strove on. Explaining the scanning process to Sheila, who was aghast at the whole process. Nodding in understanding as Cindy explained each step. Cindy blushed as she called up her image, portrayed down to the shading of her pubic hair. Sheila flushed unconsciously. Cindy quickly selected some images to map over the surface. A simple geometric pattern. She selected light source direction and turned the computer loose on it. It gratefully didn’t take long to map the image over her body.

“And how do you produce the actual fashion?” Sheila asked ... a bit hoarse herself.

“Why don’t we show you.” Theresa said.

“Really? I can watch?” Sheila asked.

“Of course.” Cindy said, trying not to glare at Theresa. An idea struck her.

“Here. I’ll call in Theresa’s image and you can select an image yourself. Then we’ll make it for you.” Cindy said, smiling smugly at Theresa, who blushed and glared at her.

Sheila moved to the controls. The nude image of Theresa clearly defined before her down to the goose bumps if there’d been any. She experimented, rotating the image. When she spun the view over the top and then beneath Theresa blushed a crimson red. Sheila quickly changed the view, flushing herself with desire for the image mapped out so real before her. She began to view images. Landscapes, geometric patterns, faces of famous people. Astronomical images. Theresa was grateful for the break away from her vivid image. She too had noted Sheila’s reaction to it. She wasn’t so sure her own desires ran contrary to it. This soon in their relationship however, it was uncomfortable. As if intimacy were thrust upon them.

Sheila picked an astrological photo of the ring nebula for the front, mapping the image centered upon Theresa’s navel. Cindy let her. But made note that the lower portion of the image would be obscured by pants or skirt. She pulled in an image of white shorts to show her.

“That’s not too bad anyway. The ring rises inside one hip bone and sets just inside the other.” Sheila said.

“But leaves the top of the outfit fairly barren. How about ... I know. An exploding star on this shoulder.” Cindy suggested, calling in a Hubble shot of Eta-Carina.

“That’s incredible. It will really look like that?” Sheila enthused.

“EXACTLY like that.” Cindy said, “but let’s rotate it and see what it looks like from different angles.”

They rotated the image and it looked great from most any angle. Even the top. A burning cauldron of fiery gasses mapped down over the mound of one of Theresa’s lovely breasts. Sheila selected a well known image of Albert Einstein for the back. Then added “E=MC2” off to one side, at an angle. Cindy took and expanded the text and mapped it around the body, the “=” sign tracing just under Theresa’s ribs.

“That’s great. Let’s do that.” Sheila suggested.

“Come on Theresa, help me with your Doppelgänger.” Cindy said.

Theresa helped her lift her twin down and mount it in the casting table. Blushing crimson red the whole time. Sheila watching closely and flushing red herself at the mirror image of the lovely blonde. The nipples clearly defined down to the nubbin and even accurately shaded in all respects. She couldn’t help but notice how real ... and desirable the whole body was detailed. The girls added thin oiled tissue paper, Cindy explaining how it kept the clothing from bonding to the mannequin. Sheila watched very closely, much to Theresa’s discomfort.

Theresa was more than a little damp herself. Sheila was a very desirable woman. In some ways like she wished her own mother was. She found herself imagining what it would feel like to hug her ... flushing strongly over the thought. Cindy carefully covering the folds of her mannequin’s labia didn’t help her discomfort at all.

Cindy finished up and moved to the computer. Showing Sheila how they selected a material type for the outfit.

“We’re working on cotton-polyester blends and a new composite memory fiber John heard about. This outfit I have on actually regulates temperature. When I’m too hot the fabric sucks in heat and stores it as twist in the fiber, kind of like a spring. Then when I get too cold the twist unwinds and gives the stored energy back as heat. I could actually go outside in this and be comfortable for a short while.” Cindy explained.

Sheila’s mouth hung open.

Cindy gently lifted her fingers under Sheila’s jaw, closing it. Chuckling. The touch of Cindy’s fingers were like an electric shock to Sheila. She felt a sudden dampness of her own ... on top of what she already felt. She thought she must be dripping by now.

“I know. I find it pretty incredible myself. I’m just used to it by now.” Cindy chuckled.

“I’ve never gotten used to it. Living with John is like experiencing a miracle a day.” Theresa said.

“I can see that. He must be quite something to live with.” Sheila said.

“He is ... You seem very understanding about that ... How ... I mean ... what do you think of ... Well, I guess you’ve gathered how our relationship is ... pretty much obvious ... Well, how do you feel about that?” Theresa stammered out.

Sheila turned to her. She smiled at her and replied: “Well, first off. I’m here on business. Your personal relationships are not my business and should have no bearing upon what is my business...

But beyond that ... I don’t find it the least bit objectionable ... in any way. In fact, I’m very envious of all of you. You seem to be very comfortable with your relationships with each other. It’s obvious that you all love each other. I think that’s terrific. A very rare and treasured thing in this world. I’d gladly give everything I’ve got to be a part of something like it ... everything!

Does that answer your question?”

“Yes ... and thank you for being honest and open with us. It makes it a lot easier working with you, knowing how you feel.” Theresa said.

“I can’t let myself be any other way ... Perhaps working in San Francisco has been good for me in that respect. I don’t have to, nor do I even try to ... obscure my... Inclinations.” Sheila concluded, giving Theresa and Cindy a look that made them both flush.

“I think we all understand each other here...” Cindy replied, boldly returning Sheila’s look measure for measure until Sheila flushed and turned to the screen.

“Yes ... I think we do ... Let’s make this!” she said.

The three of them realized that something important had just transpired in their relationship, but that it was best left unspoken for the moment. The tension was too strong in the room. Starting the weaving process gave them each a desired diversion.

Sheila watched in wonder as several of the arms on the casting table took off. Locating key coordinates; Cindy explained. Then the actual weaving process began. One slow fiber at a time. Pigmentation being added as it was extruded.

After a time the weaving became monotonous, especially to the girls, who had seen it many times before. They let Sheila watch a bit longer and then Cindy suggested they retire to the Com room and relax while the machine did its work.

Sheila nodded and followed them out.

On the offer of a drink, she openly accepted a scotch rocks from Cindy. John stocked Laphroaig 20 year old single malt. The rich amber liquid smoky upon Sheila’s tongue. The girls chose light beverages. Cindy a glass of wine and Theresa a peach malt cooler.

Cindy put on some easy listening music and they all settled into easy chairs.

A moment later the phone rang.

“Hi ya, hot buns.” Cindy said, answering the phone.

“Not in New York ... it’s winter here, you know.” John said.

“Winter here too, but all our buns are warm.” Cindy replied.

“Find out so fast?” John asked.

“Naw, not what you’re asking.” Cindy replied.

“So she’s in earshot?” John asked.

“Yup.”

“So how did the day go?” John asked.

“Very good. The spinners working on a demo outfit she designed. We were just sitting down for a little get aquatinted. She seems to know her stuff.” Cindy said.

“So what do you think of her as a person?” John asked.

“Quite nice, actually. Just about to have a chat.” Cindy replied.

“I thought you would like her...” John chuckled.

“Did you now? Why’s that?” Cindy asked.

John was a little slow in answering: “Oh, she just seemed nice on the phone. So do you and Theresa think you can work with her?”

“I’ll have to let you know.” Cindy replied, thinking John sounded odd for some reason.

“Well, I just called to check in. Not much fun in New York without my lovelies.” John said.

“Well, we’ll be here when you get back. Oh, before I forget. Sheila had a great idea when we gave her the tour.” Cindy said.

“What was that?” John asked.

“An indoor garden on one of the unused floors. Grow lights to supplement the tracking mirror and hydroponics. Fresh vegetables year round.” Cindy enthused.

“Excellent idea! Will you research what we need? Try the Internet. If you can figure out a good set up, go ahead and order it. You’ve got my credit card number.”

“Sure, I’ll be glad to. How do we get it here?” Cindy asked.

“If it’s small enough, The address for the helicopter place is on my computer index. If you can get it shipped in time it can come in on the same flight as me. If it’s going to be too bulky, schedule it into that truck transport place by where I got the Landcruisers done, and we’ll pick it up as soon as the roads passable for the truck. Theresa knows which trucking company ... maybe Bonded Trucking or something like that.” John said.